Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.